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My Story

 

My Story

(album: 4 Boy - 2019)


Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

We ain't the same, you pray for Jays, I pray for better days
You like to party, I like to grind, ain't ever do parades
I'm spitting rhymes like I don't like something I just ate
Can't sweat this ho too much, you don't exist in current age
But I can't lie, mama always kept a young nigga fly
Got tired of her money, I don't want, I'd rather die
I'm from that NY, Brooklyn, that's the best style
And I'm getting rich, if I die at least I tried
I ain't gonna front like I'm a good boy
I carried gas, I hid it from my mom 'cause I'm a hood boy
Get money, young street cat grew up in the hood boy
I can't play with my rhymes, this my story, this is not a toy
I gotta get these racks in, flip them back in
Earn them backends, and I don't spend it
Being impressive, and showing it for him
I'm trying to give in, they ain't returning
They all on my body, I got them ho's who wanna touch me
I don't fiend for no bitch, if you touch me you get lucky
They be talking on my people, 'bout to really get it ugly
I got scars I can't hide, I'm surprised money not tucking
My problems and pride getting bigger
I'm happy I'm finally becoming that nigga
They see me getting better, now they becoming sicker
I grind through that struggle, now I'm finally getting richer
And I don't care if I got thirty bands in the bank
Rather than nothing, before respecting, giving out the hate
They mad you give a four nigga a .40 make a ape
Been in the game since young bro hustle, I made my way
(Cracking)
Cars sliding, hustling, grinding
Young nigga from the four, since a baby, wiling
That pussy, I dive in
For my dreams, I'm striving
I shine loud and proud 'cause I grind in silent
Sitting in that bathroom, paper balls everywhere
I just do my birthday every day, not every year
Even on my worst days when I see the chandeliers
Think my mama proud, see me in jets instead of square
I rock that fitted cap like I invented that
I'm one kind, you lose me, I bet ain't no getting back
Rest in peace to my brother Ski, I'm never gon' get him back
What goes around comes around, you opps better study that

I know that they proud of me
I'm winning and they hate to see
I'm winning and they hate to see
A young nigga winning, that's really me
(Slidin')
(Grinding)
(That pussy, I dive in)

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